<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30391889</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:34.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stori of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'>What Am I suppose to be descriping right now? My BLog, well its basically I'm really bored, I miss my Husband who is in Bootcamp, I'm bored because I don't work, and I get these random pressure pops down by the uterus, where it feels like my babies Legs are going to just come out. So Blogging gives me something to do.. How about that, for a desciption!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683412087372741575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30391889.post-115310183045074216</id><published>2006-07-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:20:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its me again.. and another Sunday has come and passed. No call from my husband, or anyone elses in Aco 1-50 but what can you do, because its hard on you, yes to not hear from them, but think about them. They have no one really, when you think about it ( besides a buddy they've known for about a month and a half ) Having Kyle in the military is so bitter sweet. Your so proud you cant hardly stand it, that your husband (or anyone for that matter) is standing up for you and your country, fighting for you, you just feel  the heroic braveness coming out in him. You know this is what he wants to do. And then on the other hand hes misreable and so am I. You cant talk, you get letters but by the time he reads yours, then responds and vis versa your completely confused. And on top of that to know they are giving up so much, the fucking military is holding their mail, so it seems to them like your not writing, or your not supportive. They are giving up their lives at 18 and 19 to be treated like dogs.. told what to do, when to do it, how long, eat this, clean this, this many push-ups... its amazing at what the price of freedom costs them... and what it costs us civilians. I will be the first to admit, Everything in my life besides Kyle being away is great. For the last of my pregnancy him being there has allowed me not to have to work. I get to enjoy life, watch TV, eat when I want, Go when and were I please and hes busting his Ass, to eventually probably get sent to Iraq and is now being treated like a piece of shit, not even good enough to be on the bottom of your shoe.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sure it probably seems like I have a lot of anger built up, but I'm sure Kyle would like to have a resent picture of his babies ultrasound, or a letter from me telling him how much I love him, or Even a phone call knowing that I'm here, his family is, and everyone is so proud and supports him 120%. But I guess what my dad said is right, they put them in complete solitude from the outside world, so when they go to war they are completely aware of whats going on, so they dont think, they just know ( I guess it would be his BASIC INSTINCT) so the point of this entry was just to vent a little on how I feel, and for my husband to know that I've always got his back and that I love him with all my heart. And that next Sunday I'll be waiting for his call!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30391889-115310183045074216?l=the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115310183045074216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30391889&amp;postID=115310183045074216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115310183045074216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115310183045074216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Stori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683412087372741575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30391889.post-115281832379911684</id><published>2006-07-13T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:22:04.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever think you have your life planned out to the TEE.. and you know whats going on with every aspect of your social, finanical, emotional, mental, habitatical.. (we'll I don't know if that is a real word but I'm using it like Enviroment, K) Anyways maybe its just me but sometimes I get these ideas in my head even though, there was nothing to give you an idea like what you have, Then all the sudden you figure "Thats not what I thought would happen" because Holy LORD Jesus knows I have those moments all the time. So anyways I know your really confused about what I'm talking about, so here it goes. I thought Kyle being in the military would get paid twice a month like on the 15th and 30th of every month. Well hello here is 2 days before the 15th and I'm thinking WOW i'm doing so good I got all the bills paid, still have some money in the bank and We'll be getting paid in a couple more, life is amazing. Well totally not the case. Turns out I get a letter from Kyle today and you get paid ONCE..(I'll say it again) ONCE a month. So here I am again, counting my chickens before they hatched...Just like THERESA always tells me not to do. SO shit but I guess I'm like 3 1/2 to 4 weeks away from my Due date, now its getting pretty uncomfortable to get around so I guess I dont need to go anywhere anyways. Plus those damn GASAIANS ( you know, the ones that jaked the gas up sky high) They dont want you putting any more miles on your vechile anyways.&lt;br /&gt;    So I going to resort to writing on this, gay thang...with my 2 to3 admirers and entertaining their life, much like Jerry Springer does mine. So the moral to this entry is our gov..can eat SHIT and DIe... wait, I mean my husband is serving for them,,, so let me change it, how about "Count your eggs, and eat your chickens" You my fellow readers can take that anyway you would like!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30391889-115281832379911684?l=the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115281832379911684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30391889&amp;postID=115281832379911684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115281832379911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115281832379911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/ever-think-you-have-your-life-planned.html' title=''/><author><name>Stori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683412087372741575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30391889.post-115150912673552406</id><published>2006-06-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:25:32.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/3253/1600/babymaggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3664/3253/320/babymaggie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So this is that 3-D picture, you have to look really close to see her sweet little face. She has her arms folded under her, and she is stuck in between the placenta, and my ribs. So she is definently breeched. And with only a few weeks to go I really don't think SHE wants to move.. But don't you just love those fat lil' cheecks and everyone says, she has my pouty lips, but I guess we will see in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30391889-115150912673552406?l=the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115150912673552406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30391889&amp;postID=115150912673552406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115150912673552406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30391889/posts/default/115150912673552406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-stori-of-my-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-this-is-that-3-d-picture-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Stori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683412087372741575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
